I need a little room to breathe
Because this life is suffocating me
I can't find purpose
I can't see past this moment
I need some time to gather my head
Time I don't have
Time I can't find
I'm so sick of not being able to breathe
Of wanting to scream and cry
I need a life worth living
Because I'm on the edge
And I can't see the bottom
But it's got to be better than here
Better than living like a zombie
Taking each day as it comes
Having no fight left to survive
Why survive when this is all I've got
A voice with no words left
And a muse that's on its last dying breath
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Howling
PoezjaPeople will lie to you and tell you that everything will be okay. They'll tell you some bullshit story of how they were a troubled young adult and how they grew out of it. The thing is, nothing is ever going to be 100% okay. But for most of us, the...